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In the aftermath of the battle, the sacred islands were quite peaceful. It seemed to be the main reason the teenage dragon chose to hang out there of all places. Most dragons were boisterous much of the time and he was fairly glad for the peace and quiet. No horsing around, no killjoy ponies telling him what he can and can't do.

The teenage dragon enjoyed the high-altitude breeze on one of the larger skyborne islands. Kicking it back, he lounged in a hammock he'd fashioned out of some vines and rope woven out of stripped bark.

There were still some smokestacks rising from the charred craters that were left behind in the aftermath of his previous battle with Princess Luna from Equestria. Some of the trees were knocked over and others uprooted entirely. But on the whole, it was a pleasant summer's day and he wasn't about to let a little collateral damage ruin the harmony.

He was so lost in the bliss he didn't note a high-pitched whistling noise rise a few decibels above the gentle rush of the wind. It escalated in volume to a howl by the time the dragon tipped up his straw hat and cracked and eyelid.

A blur of steel and blue dropped straight down from the sky and slammed into the earth with enough force to make the island wobble in the sky. The impact threw some clods of earth into the air, shrouding the new arrival in a dust cloud for a moment.

As the cloud settled, the figure straightened a little, revealing itself as a pony clad in a heavy suit of armour, steel plates at stealthy angles bulwarking everything from the head down to her hooves. Her visor was up, revealing the dark blue furred princess within the heavy suit.

Princess Luna's defiant glare was impossible to mistake.

"Round two, fire breathing lizard!" she shouted, her voice nearly breaking into the Royal Canterlot tone. "Have at thee!"

With a flick of her hoof she slammed the beaked visor down over her face and locked it in place. Then without giving the dragon a buffer zone in which to consider what was going to happen next, Luna heaved herself into a sprint. It was actually quite impressive how she was able to jerk the heavy suit into such rapid action, and the truth of the feat was attributed to the whine of enchanted servos in the joints.

The rapid-fire thunder of her hooves in the soft earth jerked the dragon out of his surprised trance all too late and the two collided. The hammock was torn violently form the trees it was strung between as alicorn, dragon and hammock went careening through the woodland. Tree trunks splintered and went scattering left and right like toothpicks.

Finally, Luna tipped forward and gored the dragon into the dirt like a bull, leaving a long groove of upturned earth before they both slid to a halt. Rearing back, the armour servos hummed again as she brought a hoof down on the teenage dragon's head.

The dragon, now wary of what was happening thanks to a rather sobering beating being unleashed on his ass, managed to roll aside, leap to his feet and with a hop and a skip put some distance between himself and the angry princess. At the same time he circled, getting behind her where she couldn't turn her head to track him, and unloaded his fire with a deep breath.

Unlike the tracking fireballs, this was a 'werf' of 'flammen' large enough to consume Luna in her entirety.

Inside the gout of fire the pony armour started to glow, flakes of the coarse blue paintjob she'd thrown together when forging the suit out of leftover bits of battleship wreck started to flake away. On the whole however, the fire breath was no plasma torch and failed to cut through the magically tempered steel.

At the same time, Luna realised she'd forgotten something rather important when putting together the suit. A rather important detail known in the circles as 'heat shielding.'

Channelling her magic into the servos so she was able to move freely, she didn't have the focus to erect a thermal shield, and that didn't bode well in even the opening seconds of the fight. Things heated up rather rapidly, and not even in a good way. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes dried out, causing every blink to be dry and scratchy.

The fat bullets of sweat pouring over her body and stinging in her eyes became a mosquito bite compared to the searing heat scalding her haunches. It wasn't a gradual build-up of heat like before either. It was like she'd sat on a kettle that had been given enough time to boil, and then some.

Her vision flashed bright red and the searing shock of pain made her head spin with the intensity of it. Her nerve endings felt like they had caught fire in the wave of fire slamming into the rear section of her suit, and before Luna could keep her own voice in check she cried out, screaming into the faceplate of her helmet with a mixture of pain and surprise.

Stars exploded in front of her eyes and the world took on a strange intensity. It felt like she was focused in on every conceivable detail all at once for a brief moment. Colours were sharper, more contrasting than usual and the outlines of the world became altogether more defined. Everything brightened too, and Luna wondered if maybe a cloud had rolled out of the way of the sun, or if the dragon's fire was simply so bright.

Then the tears stung her eyes and she was forced to blink, the world turning to a watery blur immediately after. She'd never felt anything like this, and as embarrassed a she had been when the raging heat of the dragon's fire had aroused her earlier, she was quickly wishing for that mixture of pain and pleasure over this fresh agony tormenting her poor, raw butt. Her brain went on total shutdown and she totally forgot to abandon her servos and channel her magical focus into a shield. It certainly would have helped, but she couldn't even muster up a telekinetic counter attack as the force of the heat forced her down to the ground.

As the fire in the dragon's breath subsided and the flames were replaced by a lingering simmering heat, the teenage dragon noted a hatch in the rear of the armour, positioned right over her ass. It was clearly an access hatch through which Luna had put on the majority of the suit.

Dashing forward, the dragon grabbed hold of the handle, the heat of the steel not bothering his scales, and threw it open. Inside, the royal pony tushy with some lingering damage from their previous battle sat comfortably in an armoured cocoon.

The dragon blew a sticky fireball on it and slammed the hatch shut again with a loud laugh. But there's the thing. Ever slap a horse on the ass and walk away without getting kicked?

No, I didn't think so.

The dragon got his comeuppance well enough as Luna's body uncoiled on sheer reflex. Her rear hoof slammed into the dragon's groin, the impact making something important pop and his eyes bugged as the force threw him backwards, hard and far enough that he tumbled off the skyborne island at long last.

Luna's victory was pyrrhic to say the least, as her butt became a registered KIA.

The smoke filled her faceplate and caught in the back of her throat. Her nostrils were immediately clogged with the acrid stench of roasting hair, making her choke and cough into the visor violently enough her whole body heaved. And at the same time the dragon laughed and slammed the lid down, sealing her in with the fire now raging about her butt. The heat doubled and now she was exposed to the bare flame the pain intensified. It was agony unlike anything she'd felt before, and the sheer sensation of it bucked her in the teeth. She was totally unaware of how her body writhed about as she rolled and scraped, scrambling about in a panic trying to do something about the fire in her suit.

Finally she mis-stepped. She expected her hoof to hit the ground as she galloped, but instead she stepped into air and tumbled head over hooves over the edge of the floating island. With a deep sense of deja-vu, Luna spiralled through the air helplessly, plummeting from the sky and slamming head-first into the ocean waves far below.

Unlike before though, when contact with the water put out her fiery problems, Luna realised she'd made her suit of armour just a little too resilient. It withstood the impact with the waves and took on very little water. She felt cold water pool about her hooves, but aside from that the firestorm swirling about her flanks still raged and was now audibly crackling.

With shallow breaths and moans of pain the princess tried to pull at some of the seals on the armour. She kicked at the rear hatch usually used for ingress and egress, but the heat of the fire had fused the seals and it refused to open. She yanked at her helmet seals, the joints, everywhere her magic or hooves could find purchase, but with blinding pain numbing her senses she couldn't muster the strength to pop a seal. She was sinking rapidly, the darkness of the ocean pressing in on all sides and the growing water pressure compressed the armour tighter against her body.

In an act of final desperation, Luna's hooves clung to the emergency release tab concealed under the chest portion of the armour. With a twist the mechanism unlocked and she yanked as hard as she could, undoing over a dozen clamps holding the suit together in an instant.

Within a moment a violent air bubble expanded around her, consuming the alicorn entirely and sending several chunks of armour scattering into the darkness. Luna, somewhere within was immediately submerged, dousing her charred and searing butt. The frigid sea-water was a relieving replacement of the fiery heat, but at the same time salt water stung her burns and her eyes as she cried out soundlessly.

Breaking the surface a few moments of frantic kicking later, she paddled breathlessly to shore and dragged her bedraggled form onto the beach in shame for the second time that day.

Now, every self-respecting princess takes a defeat as a lesson, learns that lesson and moves on to the next plan. They met challenges rather than bracing for catastrophe. But in that moment all Luna could think of doing was curling into a melodramatic ball with a large tub of ice-cream and ceasing to exist.

Then Luna had an idea. The best idea she had in days...

It had been a long day. Diplomatic meetings, signing of new laws, consulting on problems of the land, and as the sun was beginning to dip behind the horizon Princess Celestia was finally ready to retire for some well-earned rest.

As she was heading to her private chambers, she passed her beloved sister's room. By the sounds of death and despair raging within, Celestia figured with a small smile Luna was spending her evening playing video games again.

Passing the open door confirmed as much. And while it wasn't an uncommon sight for Celestia, what she saw was certainly quite out of the ordinary.

Luna was sitting behind the glowing screen of her Ponystation™, the controller hovering in her telekinetic grip as on the screen she was doling out digital punishment with indiscriminate impunity. It was open season on everything that crossed her digital sights. While at the same time she was sitting on a very large bag of ice rather than her usual bean-bag.

Her flanks were quite badly damaged, char marring butt with enough frequency much of her crescent moon cutie mark was covered. Her tail, having lost its magical aura was a crinkly, blackened mess that would no doubt take weeks to grow back. And even though it was clear she'd been sitting on ice for a while, there was still a faint steam rising from her hot ass - and that was no metaphor for anything.

She suspected this had something to do with the assignment she'd given her sister and Celestia opened her mouth to ask, then gauged the furious rate at which Luna was destroying virtual zombies with sheer frustration, though the better of it, and quickly moved on.

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